Kurt Chapter 103

Kurt

Life in The Village, and the `coming of age' of a student at its remote school,
through his own eyes.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)

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From Chapter 102:

"It was like Archie couldn't stop himself," Karl says, looking around in case somebody in the café might be able to hear what he's telling me. "He knelt down and started sucking me. It felt amazing. I held onto his head and started pushing my dick in and out of his mouth. He seemed to love it. It wasn't long before I had to warn him that I was going to spurt. And, he didn't slow down or seem to worry about making a mess, he just swallowed it all."

"OMG," I reply. "Then what?"

"I did the same to him," Karl grins. "Only he spurted a lot quicker than I did!"

No, Junior! It isn't your turn! You'll have to wait until tonight!

Chapter 103 – Home Alone – Almost!

"Did Archie ever suspect that you weren't me?" I put to my brother.

"To be truthful," Karl replies, "He seemed in so much of a hurry that I don't think he cared!"

I decide against having another milkshake to fill in the time while Karl is drinking his one. Besides, having double that much milk inside me could create `urgent' consequences, and who knows where the nearest toilet might be at the time?

However, to match his apple pie, I have a second custard tart for the day. No problem!

"OK. Let's go!" I tell him as soon as he starts to slurp at the bottom of his glass. "They should have our sisters' names sorted by now. Let's find out who they are!"

We walk briskly back in the direction of the hospital. Karl continues through the alphabet, rambling off names. He skips quickly past `M'. Every now and again, just to keep my brother going, I add an `Interesting!' or a `Possible!' and occasionally I throw in a suggestion, like `Rose' and `Wendy'.

We need to sterilize our hands again, and put on clean gowns, masks, and hair nets.

"I can do it myself, thanks" Karl declines the male nurse's offer of help with the gown which has multiple ties at the back.

I, on the other hand, accept.

Even though he doesn't touch me the way that Mr Grant does, I still enjoy the feeling of his hands brushing my backside as he secures the lowest pair of ties.

Karl still declines any help with his gown, which looks rather lopsided as a result. His choice! Not my problem!

Both babies are asleep.

I notice two things which are different. The humidicribs now have a name displayed behind each girl's head – `Margaret Andersen' and `Melody Andersen'. Also, each of them has what looks like a name tag around her exposed ankle.

Karl heads towards the `Margaret' crib.

"Is this the quiet one?" he asks.

"Yes," Dad and Helen answer together, grinning.

"How can you be sure?" my brother puts to them.

"Well, I don't think that they swapped placs while we were away," I tell him. "And look! They DO come with a name tag after all!"

He pulls a sour face, because he knows that I'm making fun him, after the question that he asked the nurse.

I add, "Margaret is the quiet one, as you put it, and Melody is the singer!"

I think, don't all babies cry? I reckon that he'll get a surprise when his Margaret starts up!

Helen comments: "Muted Margaret and Mellifluous Melody."

"Huh?" Karl and I both say together, turning to Helen and then looking at each other. Puzzled at the words which we have never heard previously. Not at school. Not in books. And, not in any movies, that I recall.

"Homework!" Dad laughs at us. "Look them up. `Muted' and `Mellifluous'."

"How can I find out what that word means, when I can't even pronounce it?" Karl growls. "Melly... flew... us."

I respond, "I think that I heard something more like `Mel... if... Lou... us'."

Helen turns to Dad, grinning, "They'll work it out. They're both smart."

While Karl is shaking his head, I think that I'll be ringing Mr Grant after we leave here!

It's strange being at home without Helen and Dad.

The girls may need to stay in hospital for another few weeks. Helen will stay in town with them.

Dad said that he will stay with Helen in Cunnamulla for one more week before coming back.

The chores here still need to be done, and Jacko's `in charge' until Dad returns.

That's good for Karl!

I'm not sure about me.

I consider the situation.

"What do you reckon about this?" I put to my brother. "Jacko can have you from sunrise to sunset in the stables or a workers' hut, and I'll keep out of your way. But, after that, you're mine! And, you can tell Jacko that too."

"Hell, yeah!" he responds.

Karl will be getting the best of pleasure from both the farm hand and his brother. However, he doesn't know what he's in for! I'm going to try my best to exhaust him with pleasure each night! A minimum of twice. Minimum! Haha.

Hey, thinking about the fun that we used to have with William after school, I'll tell Karl that he always was able to spurt more times than I could, so I'll be happy with once. Maybe.

At least, I will have a full day to re-charge. LOL.

I wonder how Karl, and his dick, will be feeling after a week of continuous `fun'!

Night three.

"Let's start here, in the shower," I suggest to Karl. "We never get to do it here in the house because Dad or Helen is always around."

I know that having Karl push his erection through my soapy legs is something that he really enjoys, and it's the one activity where he will be `in charge' and going at his own pace.

I keep reminding him of the first time that we did this, and, when I do, he speeds up in excitement. Then, as he slows down, I ask him about the first time that he did it with Jacko. And, he accelerates!

I can tell, when he hugs me tightly, groaning, that he is about to `let loose'. And it feels great to feel my brother being so thrilled, using my body.

"You?" he asks, resuming his almost normal breathing, releasing his bear hug, and pulling back.

"In your bed," I reply, wanting to conserve my own energy.

Not yet, Junior! Patience!

Karl and I are lying side by side. Naked.

We are relaxingly playful with each other, for a long while. Balls. Hairs. Dicks. Abs. I'm uncertain whether he is copying what I do, or if I'm copying him.

The moonlight is almost gone, and Junior is becoming impatient.

"Did you have fun with Jacko today?" I ask my brother.

His semi-chunkiness immediately hardens.

Obviously, good memories!

I use his fresh ooze of slipperiness to start rubbing his whole length. Firmer. Faster.

Yep, he's copying me.

Junior reckons that it's about time too!

"Oh! Yes!" I call out, and begin to lift my backside off the bed, pushing Junior hard into Karl's fist. Karl and I coordinate our ups and downs, and `that feeling' starts! Deep down.

Taking deep breaths, I hold off for as long as possible,.

I half turn towards my brother and explode my hot, creamy cum all over his body.

The sight and feeling of this is obviously too much for him, and he spurts as well. Again. That's twice in about 30 minutes!

On our backs; sheet pulled up in a now-darkened room. Recovering. Resting.

"I'll go back to my own bed shortly," I tell him.

No reply.

A quick sideways glance confirms what I sensed; that Karl has fallen asleep.

Not for long!

Drained? Let's see! Haha.

It's not that I'm cruel; I just want to test how good my brother really is. LOL. However, I'll go easy on him – tomorrow night!

I turn onto my side and slide my body downwards.

I can't see in the dark, but I know where my face is.

With my top hand I gently reach across Karl's body, and land below his navel, in his growing patch of hair.

I slide down a little more.

My hand begins to play freely. Nice balls! And, I'll bet that Jacko never sees my brothers' dick as slack as this! It feels so wonderful – thick but soft.

It gradually begins to show `signs of life'. Slowly firming and lengthening.

I lean over him and do what I know that he enjoys. What it enjoys! What Junior enjoys!

I run my wet tongue over and around his balls. I think about taking them both into my mouth, but they have grown! So, one at a time.

Then, my tongue licks the length of his now-hard dick, which jerks, and, when I reach the top, slide it into my mouth. Just the head of it. Then half of it. And I start sucking up and pushing my mouth down.

I'm not sure whether Karl's groans indicate that he is awake, or if he just feels that he is experiencing one of those exciting dreams.

I continue without changing my pace.

Although Karl still hasn't said anything, the continual quickening of his breathing, almost huffing and puffing now, tells me that his excitement is about to overflow.

Two spurts and one deep groan! And he's done.

As I slide out of his bed, he turns onto his side and resumes breathing less heavily. Asleep.

I wonder what he will remember in the morning!

I'm guessing that Karl has probably had no phone calls from anybody, or he would have definitely `twigged' to the rooster ring tone that I set up on his phone.

Haha. Let's see.

When I hear the loud <Cock-a-doodle-do!> through his bedroom door, I immediately terminate my call and continue to the kitchen. Chuckling!

I turn the jug on, and pop four slices of bread into the toaster.

I hear the toilet flush and Karl appears, looking scruffy and worn-out.

He must realise that Dad and Helen aren't here. Otherwise, he would have put on some clothes. Or, at least, his pyjama pants.

"What's up?" I ask him. "You look awful! Didn't you sleep well after I left you?" Then I point at the downward-hanging thickness, alongside his balls. "It seems that your face isn't the only part of you that hasn't woken up yet!"

"Hmmm," He mumbles. "I think that I slept well, but I had the strangest dream!"

"What was it about?" I ask, keenly interested to hear what he remembers.

"There were two parts, as I remember" Karl starts. "In the first part, I was in the shop with Archie, having fun, like I told you. But, in the second part, I dreamed that that bloody rooster got into my room, and crowed right next to my head. Then I woke up!"

"Well, I hope that the second part didn't spoil the second part," I grin at him.

"Yes it did!" he frowns back at me, jiggling everything between his legs, maybe attempting to restore some life to the lifeless.

"Hello!" I hear from the front door, soon after which Jacko appears, facing us.

"Just in time!" I tell him, "You can take over the coffee and toast, and I'll start on the eggs and sausages."

"Who's ready for work then?" Jacko laughs, directing his eyes to the front of my jeans and then pointing at my brother's lack of clothing.

"Fuck off!" Karl grumbles, and heads off towards his bedroom.

"Hey! Nice glutes!" I call after him.

"Yeah!" Jacko adds.

I hear Karl's door slam then another, fainter, <Fuck off!>

"What's wrong with `the grouch'?" Jacko asks, removing the toast and inserting more bread.

I reply, "He said that he was having a nice dream when he was woken up by a rooster in his room! He'll snap out of it once you get him working. What've you got lined up today? The stables?"

"Nope. We cleaned them yesterday," he answers. "Your dad wants to turn one corner of the rubbish paddock into a place where firewood is cut and stacked. So, that's where we're both heading, and we'll probably need to rest a while in the southern workers' hut."

"OK," I reply, "I'll keep clear of those areas."

I wink at him.

He winks back. "Thanks!"

He knows that I know what resting in the workers' hut means!

"Make sure that he enjoys himself," I tell Jacko. "He looks as though he needs it. Come back for lunch, if you like."

"It's all good," he tells me, grinning and rearranging the bulge in his jeans. "I know what he likes. I'll give him plenty of fun!"

"And, may I just remind you," I tell him, "That you and Karl shouldn't to do anything that he and I haven't done."

He looks shocked at my reminder. But, not guilty. Thank goodness!

"Remember," I tell him. "That, even though my brother and I look much older, Karl is only fourteen. And, you know what an adult shouldn't do with someone his age."

His expression asks the question, `What?'

"You know what I'm hinting at!" I say. "Even if you and he might want to try it."

I nod in his direction, and also indicate with my thumb. "That!" I tell Jacko.

"Don't worry!" he replies. "That won't happen!"

I know that Karl is missing out on the pleasure that Andy and I give to each other. I'd be happy to do it with him, if I hadn't promised Andy that he would be the only one!

I'm glad that Mr Grant or Ron never suggested doing it with me, because I wonder whether I could have actually resisted either of them. Especially before I met Andy. Then, they might have been in trouble if somebody found out! I definitely wouldn't want that!

Again, it feels weird being alone in the house. Day 4.

At least, I do get to have a video call with Andy each day without being disturbed by anyone. Whenever his parents are out, we chat naked. LOL.

Dad and Helen are in Cunnamulla with Margaret and Melody.

Today, Karl and Jacko are cutting and stacking wood, or sucking each other's dick in the workers' hut.

Mr Grant and William are in the Gold Coast, probably `doing it' every night, unless William is away touring somewhere with his father, or speaking at a gallery event.

Today, I'm going to go through all of the cupboards, pantry, and drawers to see whether I can tidy anything up and group all of the similar things together before Helen returns. Hopefully, it will make life a little easier for her with the twins.

If possible, I'll clear one whole section of the pantry for `baby' things. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I'll bet there will be lots of baby `stuff'.

"Hello!" I hear.

Two faces appear and stare at the chaos that I've created right across the kitchen.

I don't ask what they've been doing. I don't need to! Their goofy expressions tell everything.

"What happened here?" Jacko asks.

"It's still happening!" I tell him. "Just tidying up before Dad, Helen and the girls come home."

I can tell that Karl wants to say something, probably negative, but he doesn't. Amazingly! Maybe his mouth muscles are overworked!

Jacko jokes, "I reckon that the rest of our day is going to be a lot easier than yours!"

Now Karl speaks! "What's for lunch?"

I'm tempted to reply with something really sarcastic, like, `That depends on what you are making for us!' but, instead, I indicate the bowls and dishes of food on the kitchen bench. "Which of these left-overs would you like to finish off?"

Not that we always have a lot of left-overs! They normally go to the chooks.

I tell my brother, "Hey, we wouldn't want to over-feed the rooster, would we? His crowing could become even louder."

Karl frowns, "Or, we could fatten him up, then have him for a Sunday lunch!"

It's Jacko who suggests, "Why don't I make us all some sandwiches, using what I can see, and then we can finish off your apple pie from yesterday."

"Great!" Karl chirps.

"Have you both washed your hands?" I reply, then smirk, "After what you have been doing this morning?"

Jacko looks at me strangely. I wink at him, and he grins.

"Bathroom!" he tells my brother. "And use the soap."

"Fuck! You're both beginning to sound like Ma and Pa!" he replies, and heads towards the bathroom.

I tell Jacko, loudly enough for Karl to hear, "While you're both using the soap in there, do you reckon you could wash out his foul mouth?"

"Dad!"

I'm surprised to see him back from Cunnamulla. Earlier than expected. Days earlier!

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I live here. Remember?" he replies before returning my question, "And, what are you doing here?" sweeping a pointing finger across what is left of the confusion.

"Just tidying up a bit," I answer," And, trying to create some extra space for whatever we will need for the girls.

"You should have seen it before lunch!" Jacko adds, appearing from somewhere with Karl.

I thought that they had already returned to cutting wood. Or, playing in the workers' hut. Even more wood! LOL.

"I came to collect some extra clothes for Helen," Dad answers my first question. "But, seeing that you mentioned `lunch', I'll have some before I go back. What's on the menu?"

"Left-overs and apple pie," I tell him. Then, I correct myself. "Actually, just left-overs."

"Coffee, Jan?" Jacko asks.

"Thanks," Dad replies. "I think that I'll have a quick shower first."

Dad emerges from the bathroom with only a towel over his shoulder, and coming via the kitchen instead of going straight to his bedroom.

"I'm almost ready for that coffee, thanks, Jacko." Dad tells him, then continues to his room.

I'm feeling a little embarrassed at seeing my Dad naked in front of Jacko and us. But, hey, it reminds me of us back in our little home in The Village, when Dad, Karl and I used to walk around naked. Sometimes.

Why should I feel embarrassed? We've all seen each other's body before! All good ones!

Jacko nudges Karl, "I can see where you get everything of yours from!"

Is he referring to our 14-year-old, thickening penises? Probably!

The four of us are at the dining table. Dad's finishing his assorted `lunch'. We all have coffees.

"Did you drive the Land Rover?" Jacko asks my Dad. "I didn't hear it."

"It's over near the fuel shed," Dad replies. "I'll top it up later."

"So, where have you been staying?" Jacko asks, again.

"With the Camerons. Daphne is thrilled with the babies." Dad replies. Then he turns to me. "Which reminds me: Mrs Cameron sent you something."

He gets up from the table, heads to his room and returns with a large envelope, which he hands to me.

On the front, in beautiful handwriting, is `Kurt'.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Why don't you open it?" my brother tells me, pulling a weird face. Not quite a grin, but his attempt at being funny!

It contains half a dozen pages.

Of recipes.

"Mrs Cameron thought that you would like to add these to your collection," Dad says. "She told me that they were some `extras' that she has collected from her friends.

I love her!

"Please tell her `thank you' from me," I say to my Dad.

He hands me another piece of paper.

"Why don't you tell her yourself?" he tells me. "This is their phone number in Cunnamulla."

"Definitely!" I exclaim. "Later. After I've finished in the kitchen."

"I'll give you a hand to do that, and the lunch dishes," Dad tells me. Then he says, "Oh, by the way, there's another surprise for you in the bunkhouse."

As Jacko and my brother disappear down towards where they have been `working', I walk slowly to the bunkhouse.

What could it be? In the bunkhouse. Why couldn't Dad bring it to the house? Is it also from Mr and Mrs Cameron? It must be big! Or a secret!

I stand outside the door and listen. Silence.

I open the outer door. Still nothing.

I push the inner door and walk past the showers and toilet.

Well, this isn't at all what I expected!

Laid out on one of the beds.

"Ron!" I call.

(to be continued)

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